I

Cloud had escaped the hospital as quickly as (super)humanly possible, he didn't ask questions, he didn't stop to chat with anyone, the only thing he knew he wanted for certain was to get the hell out of anywhere that sterile and medical smelling.

Why, exactly, was beyond him. There was too much slightly painful static fuzz in his head when he tried to figure it out. There was some kind of crash, which made sense given the bruises and scrapes on his skin.

So it is that there's a blond guy with too-blue eyes and a tense expression and a few questions. "Excuse me, can I ask you something?"

III

The burgers really aren't that bad, though the supposed mechanic is known to be able to eat pretty much anything put in front of him without complaint. Cloud is, as far as anyone in Wayward Pines is concerned, better with wrenches and engines than conversations.

"The potato salad's pretty good." He advises, "The jell-o salad might be alive though, I think I saw it eat a spoon."

It's just green, and has coconut in it. Nothing out of the ordinary at all, Cloud just has a terrible sense of humor.